“Dilemma: The Two Bruhz” – Part 1
Special thanks to @nothinglikethis99 for helping me develop this storyline!
The sun had already set and it was getting dark out by the time I woke up. As usual, Dev had put my ass to sleep after giving me that good dick. I looked over at him to see he was still sleeping. Our routine had been the same for the past four months; he’d hit me up to make sure no one was at my place, and then he’d come over and tear my ass up. We’d fall asleep after our orgasms and then we’d wake up and he’d leave. I was used to the routine but I found myself having one problem: I wanted more. No, I didn’t want more when it came to sex because he was damn good at what he did. I wanted a better connection with him, one that went beyond sex. I wanted something deeper without compromising the good qualities we already had. Maybe I was asking for too much.
“Dev,” I said while shaking him. “Dev, wake up. It’s after six.”
“Huh,” he muttered as he began to wake up. He sat up and yawned before looking at me and saying, “Lance, I told you not wake me up until seven-thirty.”
“I need to clean this place up and cook myself something to eat. I’m hungry.”
“Shit, I’m hungry, too. Hook a nigga up.”
“I don’t cook for friends with benefits. Now if you were my boyfriend…”
He threw his hands up and said, “There you go with the b-word again.”
“Why do you have a problem with being my boyfriend? Is it because you fuck around with so many other people?”
“It’s because I don’t like labels. And yeah, I’m a dawg. I don’t do the relationship thing and you know that. We agreed to what this was gonna be before I fucked you the first time.”
I sighed and told him, “I know. It’s just…”
“Just nothing. We fuck and that’s it. When I’m with you then I’m with you, and when I’m not then I’m not. There’s no need to make it complicated.”
“Fine.” I climbed out of bed and snatched the covers off his naked body. “I’m going to take a shower and when I get out, you should be gone.”
“Why you salty now?”
“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes before putting on my bathrobe and leaving my bedroom.
I began a sex-only relationship with DeVante (aka Dev) Robinson at the beginning of our senior year at Florida A&M University. I’d already known of him because he was in a frat and I was in one, too. With as many women he fooled around with, I had no idea he was on the low. All I know is one day after a class I went into the bathroom to pee and he walked in and used the urinal beside mine. This nigga looked me dead in my face and then started playing with his semi-hard dick while sticking his tongue out. Ques are wild but I’d never come across one that did some shit like that. I thought he was just fucking around but he grabbed my ass and squeezed on it. The thought of someone walking in and seeing it turned me on like nothing ever before.
I can easily say sex with Dev was the most exciting sex I’d ever had. Since beginning college, I’d only been involved with a handful of guys and they were just typical hookups. Dev was in a league of his own. He was freaky as fuck, got off on seeing me get off and always made sure I was comfortable whenever we fucked. He was the type that loved to sniff ass before eating it and beating it. He was the type who was obsessed with feet and would get horny watching you use the bathroom. I can’t even lie; he’d turned me into a freak as well. There was nothing I loved more than sucking his dick right after he’d come from the gym and was all sweaty and funky. I was addicted to him just as much as he was addicted to me.
“I thought I told you to be gone,” I said to him when I walked back into my bedroom with my towel wrapped around my waist.
Me (Lance Daniels)
He finished putting on his boots and said, “I’m sorry. You know I like what we do. I like coming over here and getting away from the real world and shit.”
“I just don’t know how I can keep going through with his, Dev. I really like you and this arrangement we got is sexy as fuck, but I feel like I’m settling for something pointless.”
“Pointless? Just because we ain’t all in love and shit doesn’t mean what we do is pointless. This thing we got going is good for both of us. Nobody knows and that’s what makes it unique. And I’m sorry but do you know how good your ass is?” When he asked that, I laughed. “I’m for real. You can teach some of these females out here about hygiene because I ain’t never stuck my tongue in some ass or pussy that tastes so fucking good.” He grabbed his dick in his jeans. “Just thinking about it is making me hard.”
DeVante “Dev” Robinson
“I can’t believe I’ve let you turn me into a full-time bottom. I’m used to being vers.”
“Well, ain’t no dick going in my ass so you can forget about that with me. But I have no problem with you fucking around with other niggas.”
“See, I don’t like stuff like that. I want you to get mad at the thought of me being with someone else.”
“Why? You don’t get mad when I fuck with other people.”
“I do get a little mad.”
“You shouldn’t. I don’t do half the things with them that I do with you. Your feet are the only ones to go in my mouth. And when I stroke you just right enough to tap your bladder and make you piss on me, that shit turns me the fuck on. If I do that with anyone else, I’d get mad and probably knock them out. I do that with you because you turn me on more than anybody else.” He stepped up to me and grabbed me by my waist. “I don’t know what it is but I can’t deny how much you turn me on, not even if I wanted to. Just the way you look at me turns me on, Lance. So no, I don’t mind if you fuck around with other niggas. They could never make you feel the way I make you feel. Now kiss me so I can go.”
He pulled me in for a kiss and while we kissed, I realized he was right. The sexual chemistry between us was crazy and I don’t think either of us had the strength to walk away from it. It wasn’t that I was unhappy; I just wanted something more. But he was right. Why rock the boat when we were perfectly sailing on the water? So after he left that afternoon, I cleaned up my place and put on some clothes. I then went into my kitchen to cook myself something to eat. I was in the middle of cooking when I got a notification on my phone from Facebook. I opened it to see it was a message from Cameron, another Omega Psi Phi frat brother that I’d had many classes with since enrolling at FAMU.
Cameron Hughes became my friend during sophomore year. We had a lot in common and talked to each other about everything. Well, not everything. He had no idea that I was fucking around with one of his frat brothers on the low. Unlike Dev, Cameron was nice and didn’t have sex on the brain 24/7. He was more laidback and easygoing. However, he was still a Que and every Que had that wild streak in them so I was sure he was just putting on a front whenever he was around me. Either way, I valued our platonic friendship.
“Come on in,” I told him as he stood out in the hall. I let him inside and closed the door.
“Damn,” he said while sitting down his backpack on my sofa. “What smells so good?”
“I was just cooking myself a little dinner.”
“Little? It smells like you’re cooking a big feast up in here.” He laughed and rubbed his stomach. “I didn’t know you could cook.”
Cameron Hughes
“Where did you think I got the cookies and brownies we always eat from?”
“You make those?”
“Yeah.”
“Damn, I didn’t know. I thought you bought them from a bakery or something.” He followed me into my kitchen and then asked, “Who taught you to cook?”
“I taught myself.” I stepped over to the stove to turn off the green beans and stirred them. “My mama was a full-time nurse so she was barely home. I either had to learn how to cook or eat at my friends’ houses every night.” I turned back to face him and asked, “You want some?”
“Some what?” He looked me up and down.
I laughed and said, “Some dinner.”
“Oh yeah. I’m hungry.”
“Cool, we can eat and then work on our papers.” I took our food over to the table and we sat down together.
“I wish I had my own apartment. I hate living on-campus.”
“But you live with your Bruhz, right?”
“Yeah, but that shit gets hella annoying. Do you know I’ve never studied in my room before because of them? It’s always party time and turn up time. And when they’re not partying they’re running trains on random girls.”
“You don’t participate in that?”
“Hell no. To be honest with you, I only joined the frat because my dad is a Que. I didn’t wanna disappoint him.”
“Wow.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m honored and proud to be a Que. I just don’t get down like that all the time. Some nights I do just wanna chill to myself in some peace and quiet. Is there anything wrong with that?”
“No, but that’s just the way it is. It’s not much different being an Alpha. We get wild, too.”
“Yeah but y’all are more laidback and not in your face all the time. I should’ve pledged Alpha. My dad would’ve killed me though.” He laughed a little before taking a bite out of his chicken. “Yo, this is so good. I might have to start eating over here instead of spending money for food all the time.”
“Boy, you can’t eat up my groceries.” I laughed and then asked, “So, how are things with Nicole?”
“I haven’t talked to her since last week.”
“What? Why?”
“I don’t know. Lance, you ever feel like it’s impossible to find a girl who understands you?”
I got a little nervous as I lied, “Nah, not really. I can usually connect with anybody.”
“Not me. It takes me a minute to connect with someone and when I finally do, it’s hard for me to trust them. I guess it’s because I’ve been hurt a lot.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. That’s one of things I actually do like about being a Que; I can trust my Bruhz. We ride or die for life.”
“So, you don’t trust me?”
He smiled and replied, “I didn’t say that.”
“I feel like I can trust you, too. That’s why I need your advice on something.”
“Alright. Go ahead.”
“I’ve been in this situation with someone for a few months and it’s strictly been about sex. The sex is good but I want more. I want something more solid, but the other person I’ve been involved with only wants sex. What should I do?”
“You said the sex is good, right?”
“Yeah.”
“On a scale of one to ten, how good?”
“Twenty.”
“There’s your answer, Lance. Why mess with a good thing?”
“Because sex ain’t everything. Weren’t you just saying something similar to that a few minutes ago?”
“How important is the sex to you? Like can you see yourself walking away from it?”
“It would be tough but yeah I can walk away from it for something better.”
“Then when the time is right and you meet something better, break it off. But be careful, some women can’t handle being dumped even if it’s a sex only relationship.”
I laughed and admitted, “This is crazy.”
“What is?”
“I’m usually the one giving the advice. I’m the one everyone comes to for solutions to their problems. Now I’m the one needing advice.”
“There’s a first time for everything.” He held up his empty plate and asked, “Is there more for seconds?”
I don’t know what it was, but something was attracting me to Cameron that night. I’d honestly never thought about him in that way before. Don’t get me wrong; I’d always found him attractive but I’d never seen him as being more than a friend to me. However, we were just friends and he was under the impression that I was straight. I wasn’t DL but I also wasn’t broadcasting what I did behind closed doors to everyone.
So after eating, we worked on our English papers in my living room. Like me, Cameron was good at writing papers so we often progressed off each other’s ideas without harming our own individual creativity. It was definitely one of the advantages to having classes together. While still working on our papers, I got texted by Dev.
“You got somebody coming over?” Cameron asked as he noticed me texting. “Because I can roll out if you need me to.”
I decided not to text Dev back again and sat my phone down before telling him, “Nah, just texting a friend. Let’s finish up these papers.”
After spending a few hours working on our papers, we finished them. I read his and he read mine to make sure we had no errors. We made plans to hang out after finals to celebrate finishing our next to last semester and then he left. It wasn’t until he was gone that I finally allowed myself to think about how nice it would be to have someone like him as a boyfriend. He was the polar opposite of Dev, and that was both a good and bad thing. But it would all have to stay in my head because Cameron was clearly straight. Or so I thought.
[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.
© D.A. Morrison 2016
